Dressed in hot Halloween costumes, Maria Kazi and Aria Valencia compete over who gets to fuck Aria’s stepbrother
The night air was crisp and cool, carrying with it the laughter and chatter of trick-or-treaters prowling the neighborhood for candy. Inside the old spooky house at the end of Maple Street, an entirely different kind of mischief was afoot. Maria Kazi and Aria Valencia stood in the dimly lit foyer, eyeing each other like predators sizing up their prey.
Their bodies were draped in skin-tight, revealing costumes designed to entice and arouse. Maria’s crimson-colored catsuit hugged every curve of her athletic frame, the plunging neckline and strategically placed cutouts putting her ample cleavage and toned abs on shameless display. To complete the look, she had painted on a pair of cat ears and a bushy tail.
Aria, meanwhile, had chosen a seductive nurse outfit – a short, skimpy dress that billowed out at the hem and barely concealed her shapely thighs, topped off by a push-up bra that thrust her pert breasts forwards. Black stockings and stiletto heels completed the ensemble, making her look every inch the naughty nurse fantasy come to life.
They both wore smoldering gazes and smutty smiles, their eyes roaming over each other’s bodies with unabashed lust. The sexual tension between them crackled in the air like a live wire. They wanted to devour each other… or maybe something much more sinful.
“Looking mighty fine, Aria,” purred Maria, sashaying closer on her stilettos. She skimmed a fingertip up the inside of Aria’s bare thigh, making the blonde shudder. “I’m surprised you didn’t just take off this flimsy excuse of a costume and greet him in the nude. After all, he’s your stepbrother…”
“The same could be said for you and that hooker getup,” Aria shot back, glowering. With a sudden movement, she seized Maria’s wrist and wrenched her around, pinning her against the wall. “What’s the plan, slut? To seduce him and leave him a drooling mess like always?”
Maria smirked at her. “Honestly? That’s exactly my plan.” She pressed herself against Aria’s body, sandwiching her between the wall and her curves. “But I can’t deny I’m tempted to taste you first…” Her hand drifted up to cup Aria’s breast through her thin dress, thumbing the stiffening nipple.
“T-that’s it…” Aria gasped, shoving Maria away with a scowl. “You’re crossed the line now, you… you hussy! He’s my stepbrother! Mine! I’ve been eyeing him for years, drooling over his body, popping open the buttons on his shirts to feel his rock hard abs… And now he’s here, all to myself…” She licked her lips, looking to the heavens and sighing.
A distant click signaled the front door opening, breaking the feverish moment. They both froze, the clacking of Maria’s heels against the hardwood floor the only sound. “Aria? Affie? Are you home?” called their stepbrother Kyle. He stepped into the foyer, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of them.
“Kyle!” Aria squealed, breaking into a gap-toothed grin, her eyes shining with lust as they flicked over her stepbrother’s body. He was tall and lean, with a mop of dark hair and an angular jaw now dusted with a hint of stubble. He wore a crisp white dress shirt that hugged his muscles and a black armband with a wicked looking skull on it. The shirt was undone at the neck, giving a tantalizing peek of his chest. She bit her lip and stepped towards him, pushing her breasts out. “Don’t you look…mmm…aspiring. Did you have a big night planned?”
